Mama free zone alert


Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night and not known where you were? I’ve just spent 22 hours flying to the US from Italy. I know! That’s ridiculous isn’t it? I was up at 4:00 a.m., took a flight from Genoa to Munich to Charlotte to Jacksonville.

Now, I’m on a ship. We had to pass our Port of call today. The weather is windy, rainy and we are having rough seas. I’m wearing the sweaters I packed for Canada but I don’t really care. As long as no one jumps over board this time, I’m as happy as a clam!

If it starts to snow here in Nassau, I may be a bit concerned, but the weather is just not what it used to be anywhere any more. My husband keeps telling me that it’s a rare occasion that it snows in Genoa and yet last year I saw a mini blizzard and apparently it snowed again the day I left.

In the family, we used to tease my sister because everywhere she went the bad weather seemed to follow her. Now, it looks like she has passed her cloud over to me! But don’t tell anyone because otherwise I may end up with 2,600 cruise ship passengers knocking on my door demanding an explanation.

But, like I said. I don’t really care. I miss my cat Stelle, but Mama is holding down the fort and with any luck she won’t burn down the house while I’m gone. I’m enjoying some quality time with my husband in this “Mama free zone”.

So, “let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!” I don’t care : )

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About lmarmstrong66

I'm a blogger, painter, writer, singer. For the love of all things in nature and creativity.
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